White-robed Wang Yufan remained silent, directly summoning the spirit of the Feng Ling Sword. A sword emanating a chilling aura was held firmly in Wang Yufan's hand. On the opposite side, Wang Yufan in red sneered, and the Feng Ling Sword also appeared in his hand, though it exuded a freezing aura. Seeing this, White-robed Wang Yufan was somewhat stunned.
He looked at the Feng Ling Sword in his hand. After looking, the spirit of the Feng Ling Sword in White-robed Wang Yufan's hand immediately extended two chubby little hands, waving them frantically and saying, "Uh, Master, this has nothing to do with me. It's your own evil thoughts that created him. He will copy everything you have, including me."
Hearing the sword spirit's voice, Wang Yufan smiled and said indifferently, "Don't be nervous, I was just curious. Next up is a tough battle. It's been a long time since I fought against myself. Let's give it a try today."
"Chaotic Sword Art, First Form."
